Chapter Seven
“Ready?” Fane said, grinning at her across the cab of his truck.
Zuria swallowed and curled her fingers around the steering wheel. “We’re going to get in to trouble for this, Fane.”
“Who’s to see? Nobody’s around, and look miles of windy, muddy road to enjoy.”
She peered through the windshield. “This is why you always came in to town after it rained with your truck covered from top to bottom with mud. It was no accident.”
He winked.
Excitement built in Zuria’s gut. She threw the truck into gear and slammed her foot down on the gas pedal. They jerked forward, but soon she and Fane were tearing along the dirt road, splashing mud and water all over the place.
“Wipers,” Fane called out, and she hit the switch to put the wipers into high gear.
She took a bend in the road so sharp, it felt like they went airborne on one side. Zuria screamed in delight, and Fane encouraged her to drive faster when the road straightened. She did and whooped again.
“That’s my girl!” His eyes shown with pride, and she laughed.
“You’re a bad influence, Fane Valentine.”
“That’s the goal.”
The siren and flashing lights made them both curse, and Zuria pulled to stop. “Oh no!”
“Calm down, little rabbit.” He unbuckled himself and her. “Come on. Switch with me. He won’t be able to see through that back window.”
“Neither can we, or we would have seen him coming,” she worried. “I was driving. I don’t want you to get into trouble.”
He raised her in her seat whether she liked it or not and slid beneath her. Zuria tumbled quickly to the passenger seat and buckled up, but doing so was ridiculous at this point. A knock on the window brought both their attentions to the officer standing there, and Fane hit the power button to lower the window.
“Morning, officer,” he said, a cheerful tone to his voice. Zuria suppressed a moan and tugged on her shirt, one of Fane’s.
Mirrored glasses lowered to reveal a gaze with no amusement whatsoever. “Don’t ‘morning, officer’ me, Fane Valentine. I got you again on reckless driving, and…” The man’s gaze lowered to first Fane’s jeans, which were unbuttoned, and then shifted to her. She wore no pants at all, and she tugged at the shirt to try to cover her bare legs. Anyone could figure out what they had been doing before the speeding. Zuria hid her face behind a hand and moaned, figuring the whole town would hear about their escapades before the end of the day.
“Sorry, officer,” Fane said, still calm, and not sounding sorry in the least. “It won’t happen again.”
“The next time I catch you out here, I’m hauling you in. Is that clear?” the officer asked Fane.
“Yes, sir.” Fane saluted, and the policeman frowned.
Zuria felt the angry gaze slide to her. “And Ms. Belle?”
She started. Damn, he knew who she was. “Yes, officer?” She tried to infuse her own voice with as much respect as she could since Fane had none.
“Don’t give up,” he said, and walked back to his cruiser. Zuria looked at Fane, and he shook his head, annoyance now replacing the amusement.
“I think he just insinuated that I should keep trying to make you better man, Fane.”
“I wasn’t aware you were trying,” he grumbled, and she chuckled.
“You never know.”
“Who was driving, little rabbit?”
She smacked his arm. “Shut up. Let’s go before he changes his mind and comes back.”
Fane sobered and eyed her. “I like that shirt.”
She smoothed the material. “Thanks. I borrowed it from a friend.”
“I like you out of it.” He reached a hand toward her, but she smacked it away.
“I let you do dirty things to me in this truck, Fane, but I’m not going to repeat it today—not after being pulled over.”
“Dirty things, huh?”
“Yeah,” she said, remembering how he had made her body sing. Damn, too late, she wanted a repeat, even if it wasn’t in the truck. They had been seeing each other a few weeks now, and her life had never been more exciting. The cop had thought she would be a good influence on Fane, but she loved how he helped her to let go and just live life to the fullest.
Fane started the truck. “I’ve got more where that came from.”
“We’ll see about that,” she teased, and Fane, who had learned nothing from being pulled over by the cops, sped home like the hounds of hell were on their trail.
By the time they reached Fane’s front porch, Zuria’s sex pulsed with desire. Fane couldn’t keep his hands off of her, and he’d refused to hand over her jeans and shoes, so she had to dart on bare toes and holding down the shirt she wore up to his house. Not that she showed off anything because his shirt fit her like a minidress, but it was the principle of the matter.
At his door, Fane took his time unlocking the door. She grabbed for the keys, but he laughed and held them away. She reached for them again, and he thrust a hand between her legs while she was distracted. Her pussy grew moister than it already was.
“Fane, stop playing.” She grabbed his arm, but might as well have been fighting a tree trunk as she couldn’t budge him.
“Oh, I’m not playing, beautiful.” His fingers ran along her slit, and she trembled. “Mm, you’re so wet, I could take you right here.”
“You better not!”
“Is that a challenge?”
She put her hands on her hips. “You think everything’s a challenge.”
He grinned. “Makes life fun.”
When he advanced on her, she had no choice but to back up. She hit the door and brought her hands up to ward him off, but Fane’s grin grew wider. She peered over his shoulder at the road. Not many people came down this way because Fane lived practically in the middle of nowhere, but there were neighbors.
His huge shoulders blocked out her view, and he bent his head toward her. “I’ll let you in, if you give me a peek at that sweet pussy.”
She rolled her eyes at him and raised the shirt. He leaned back a little to have a look. His tongue darted out to run along his lower lip.
“Damn.”
“Well?” she demanded.
“Don’t mind if I do.”
She realized too late the man had never buttoned his jeans. In seconds, he’d pushed his jeans low on his hips and pulled his hard cock from his boxers. He pinned her against the door and parted her legs with his knee. One well-placed thrust plunged his cock into her pussy. His name was ripped from her lips, but not in anger. She clutched his shoulders, holding on as he roughly took what she had in essence offered him. Her core muscles tightened right away, building toward a climax.
Fane’s keys hit the porch floor, but Zuria didn’t care at all. She climbed Fane’s body to wrap her legs around his waist. He supported her weight with hands on her ass. Over and over he drove into her, filling her full with his erection.
“Oh, Zuria, baby, you feel so good. I can’t ever get enough,” he groaned.
“Don’t get enough, Fane.” She kissed him, snaking her tongue into his mouth and forgetting where they were. Nothing mattered except being consumed by this man, to come at his hands, his mouth, his body.
Fane braced her against the door and pushed a hand between them. While he pumped his stiff shaft into her pussy, he stroked her clit. The tiny bud swelled under his ministrations, and tremors started in her belly and spread all over her body.
“You’re going to come for me right now,” he whispered. “And you’re going to scream my name for all the world to hear. You’re mine, little rabbit.”
“No, Fane. I can’t.”
He shook, gasping for breath as he took her pleasure higher. She thought she heard a car coming along the road, and nervousness mixed in with the ecstasy Fane doled out to her. He increased the speed of his thrusts, stretching her walls, penetrating her so deep, she almost keened. Struggling to keep her teeth to
gether and the cry in her throat, she tried pushing his hand away. The stimulation was blowing her mind. Whether she liked it or not, she was going to come and do it hard.
“Fane!” Her raspy whimper wasn’t loud, but her desperation grew. She covered his hand with hers, and rather than push him away, she aided his stroke. She must be crazy. “I can’t hold it!”
“Yeah, baby,” he moaned. “Now. Tell the world.”
He pinched her clit between two fingers and gave it a sharp tug, not too hard but not gentle. Along with his cock gliding in and out of her she could hold back no longer. She screamed as she came, the vibrations scattering from her pussy to her belly and along her limbs.
She was still dazed when Fane cursed, bent with her still in his arms, and grabbed the keys off the floor. He unlocked the door and had them both inside before the car she thought she had heard really did appear and moved on down the road. Fane had set her on her feet and peeked out the window chuckling.
“You’re an exhibitionist,” she accused him.
He eyed her. “And you hate it, huh?”
She waved her hand, not even going there. When she turned away, Fane caught her and spun her around. She ended up bent over the arm of a couch, her ass in the air. The sound of a package opening reached her, and she glanced back to find Fane rolling a condom on his cock.
“A bit late,” she said.
He grinned. “I’m going to get you pregnant eventually but not until I’ve had a little more fun with your luscious body.”
She turned her head quickly less he see how excited his words made her. They had found out together that she wasn’t pregnant not long ago, and Fane had said something similar then. The man had no idea what he did to her even without touching her.
He dropped to his knees and kissed her butt cheek and then teased one side with his tongue. She moaned. Fane slipped two fingers into her pussy and drew them out. He repeated the process several more times until she was ready to scream again, this time in frustration and need.
At last, he removed his fingers coated in her juices and threaded them into her ass. She knew what was coming. Fane liked it in her back door, and damn if she didn’t like it too. Any way he took her, the man was excellent in his lovemaking.
“Ready?” he said in a quiet voice.
Her body on fire, she clenched the cushions beneath her. “Give it to me, baby.”
He pushed his cock past her barrier, taking his time. An explosion of pleasure rocketed through her body. She lowered her head and shut her eyes, feeling overwhelmed. Fane withdrew his cock until just the tip penetrated her.
“Again?” he said, knowing full well she wanted it all.
“Yes, please.”
“Do you know how much I love it when you beg me?” He pushed all the way in until she felt his balls bump her pussy. “But not today. Today I can’t hold it. I’ve got to have you, Zuria.”
“Take all of me, Fane.”
He did, thrusting in and out. He brought her to a second orgasm, and just when she thought she would faint, he dragged in a shaky breath and held himself rigid inside her. When her name fell from his lips, she knew he’d found his release, and slowly he pulled out and straightened.
His hands encircled her waist, and he pulled her upright. She slipped her hand in his as they made their way to the bedroom, and after he had discarded the used condom, they lay side by side on the bed.
Fane enfolded her into his embrace. She settled there, knowing it was where she belonged.
“Zuria?” he said, his tone serious.
Butterflies started in her stomach. “Yes?”
“Would you consider moving in with me?”
She raised her head and looked at him. “Are you serious?”
He nodded. “I don’t just want everyone to know you’re mine. I want to send out a message that I’m yours too. You’re the only woman for me, and when the time comes and you’re sure, I want to make you my wife. I figure this is a start. So, what do you think?”
She placed a hand at the back of his head and drew him closer. “I think you’re going to have convince me a little more. It will be hard work, but hang in there.”
A slow smile teased his sexy lips. “I’ll do my best.”
She surrendered to his loving, already sure she would never leave him again.
About The Author
Tressie Lockwood is the national best selling author of interracial contemporary and shifter erotic romance. She has always loved books, and she enjoys writing about heroines who are overcoming the trials of life. She writes straight from her heart, reaching out to those who find it hard to be completely themselves no matter what anyone else thinks. She hopes her readers enjoy her books.
For more information on other books by Tressie, visit her official website: TressieLockwood.com
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Table of Contents
Title page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
About The Author
Also By This Author
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